until my fingers ache
of holding on
I listen
to your music
because it is fucking
excellent

Wake up
to the Koch snowflake
all over the world.

For Matt

Why should we not
laugh
and grow
like leaves
on trees
in forests careening
roots through buds
to blooming
falling
loving
dancing
singing moving,
floating on
and through?

III.

our atoms
are the planets,
go round

II.

in the dark,
writhing with ecstasy
in light rain drops

I.

worlds, side by side
shutter spirit loves,
reside